There's snow on the fields,
And cold in the cottage,
While I sit in the chimney nook
Supping hot pottage.
My clothes are soft and warm,
Fold upon fold,
But I'm so sorry for the poor
Out in the cold.
More verses by Christina Georgina Rossetti
- The Peach Tree On The Southern Wall
- A Chilly Night
- What Does The Donkey Bray About?
- What Are Heavy? Sea-Sand And Sorrow
- The Wind Has Such A Rainy Sound